It is late evening. Sonic looks over the land with his binoculars.
Sillouette of Sonic on hilltop, he has a binocular to his eyes.
Sonic: Bummer, no sign of Swatbots here. Looks like another false alarm.
Sonic: Guess, it's time to book home for some serious chow.
Zoom in on Knothole, through leaves. There is a glow from the windows.
Computer screen backlights. Bunnie, Sally, Tails, Antoine enter from the right and join group. Sally: There it is again, Bunnie! / Bunnie: You're right, Sally. There IS something strange going on in the core dio-processing computer!
Tails: What's going on Sally? / Sally: I've been doing a standard level six monitoring of Robotnik's CDP computer. You know, it's his routine maintenance and support system...
Sally: ... And everytime I scan through this particular sector of systems protocol, I get back these series of numbers! / Antoine: Sacre Bleu! What can this be?
Tails: Looks like Gibberish to me. / Bunnie: I don't think so, Tails. It's a repeating set of numbers that actually seems to respond to Sally's scan
Exterior of Cabin. Security-Bot glides into lower edge of frame. Sally: NICOLE, interpret These series of numbers. / NICOLE T ROBOT: Working...
Antoine: Perhaps this is some kind of warning sign? / Tails: Yeah, like Keep out. / Sally: Could be, guys. Let's see what NICOLE comes up with...
Sally: Oh, my gosh!
It turns out to be a distress call from the inhabitants of a computer VR world (Micro Mobius), which Dr. Robotnik is trying to take over.
Sonic: Another security alert. From the badlands sector that didn't pan out. Man, all this running around just makes me late for dinner.
Sonic comes to a screetching stop.
Sonic: Jumping Bejeezers! What happened to Knothole!?!
Sonic: Tails?! Sal?! You guys alright? Bunnie? Ant? Where are you?!
Sonic: Hmmm whats this??
Sonic picks up a Micro hologram transceiver.
Robotnik: Tsk, Tsk, Sorry we missed you, Sludgehog. It seems my Rauderbots decided to have their little party without you.
Robotnik: But don't worry, your friends were most gracious hosts...
Sonic: Chuck the chat. Ro-butt-nik. Where's Tails, Sal and the rest?! If you've hurt them in any way, man, I'll take you apart, Bolt by dispicable bolt.
Robotnik: My dear moronic Sonic, you are hardly in a position to make threats. Why, in fact, you are superfluous to my needs. Without your band of do-gooders, you may as well go stuff chilli dogs till you drop.
Sonic: Listen here, butt-nik. If you think I'm.. / Robotnik: Taa taa, hedgehog. *Pzzt* / Sonic: ...